Wish Upon a Scar

Find a way to stanch the slow
flow-wound of sorry
worry from your open pores
worn as though a mask
has morbidly attached itself there
Wary of siblings
living with lies
Try to ignore the well-deep itch
which scabs over and scars
far from Earth-truth
smooth across your nose
supposing this fabrication might fly
heard in the balls of God’s ears

Practicing chained rhyme in the Imaginary Garden!


I Was Just Trying to Find a Seat With a View of the Stage

Although I wore a crown
I found myself
crouched in a kiddie pool
in a country club dining room
craning my neck
to observe children
performing A Christmas Carol
trying not to get soaked
as the upper-crusters
surrounding me
avoided eye contact and whispered

Finally a kindly elder
perched on a throne-like chair
pointed out that the kitchen
had erred
in serving dessert
as the fanciful spiders
adorning her pastries
were each a different color
Rising and dripping still I said
they are different species
I think the spiders were real

Responding to Kerry’s prompt in the Imaginary Garden: CAMERA FLASH!